Back again...for a month maybe
So Hoho convinced me that it may be worthwhile to start contributing to this thing again. Who knows? It'll probably last a month until I get bored and move on to something else . We'll try to make it a good month.
I decided this blog is more theraputic than anything else. So, quite frankly, I don't care if anyone reads it. This post may prove to be a tad on the negative side as I am currently watching the Eagles get run over by an awful Carolina squad. I just got this HD Sony TV and believe me, the Eagles look even worse in high definition.
So enough about football. I'm thinking this thang is going to be focused on nothing. Not like Seinfeld nothing, but like Virginia Woolf nothing. For instance, I'm on my second bottle of brew tonight. Now I'm not normally a booze hound on Mondays but since I anticipated Jeff Garcia looking THIS awful, I prepared by lubing up to avoid the emotional stress. Only problem is that I didn't think ahead. I started the night with a nice World Wide Stout. For those that know me, WWS is one of my favorite beers. In fact, I'd argue it's the best stout out there (and ratebeer.com backs me up - I don't want to hear about Storm King, either). Problem is that this is an 18% beer. Ok. I can handle that. What I can't handle is following it up with The Beast by Avery. This is a Grand Cru that measures close to 15%. Now normally this wouldn't be a big deal. Two high alcohol brews within 5 hours is no big deal. That's a normal day. Tonight it's both within an hour. Needless to say, Jeff Garcia isn't looking quite as bad now...
So my wife is pregnant. Yay. It's exciting although she really isn't showing, nor has she been sick so nothing really feels different aside from the talk of bugaboo stollers and prenatal vitamins. I'm frightened of carrying babies up steps.
We're going to South Africa at the end of January. Did you know that the average age in South Africa is now 25? How sad. 1 in 3...boy Jeff Garcia really sucks it doesn't matter how much beer you've had...people have AIDS. Oh well. I'm planning to enjoy it as I've heard Cape Town is one of the world's most beautiful cities. I plan on swimming with penguins near the Cape of Good Hope. There are great whites that jump like 6 feet out of the water but I think I can take em.
A good read for those interested in Trappist Ales is 'Brew Like a Monk.' I may write about belgian yeast strains in the near future but I'm boring myself even thinking about it. But seriously brewing and beer will be a constant feature, as I'm convinced that the beer world is much more interesting than lameo wine world.
Speaking of wine, Chris, Micha, Christina, and I shared a bottle of '92 Dom on Saturday. Chris' dad gave a bottle of the Perignon on a hunch that it was corked. Big mistake. It was glorious and I can now justify spending $250 on a bottle of champagne. My wife would rip my testes off, but it may be worth it.
I decided this blog is more theraputic than anything else. So, quite frankly, I don't care if anyone reads it. This post may prove to be a tad on the negative side as I am currently watching the Eagles get run over by an awful Carolina squad. I just got this HD Sony TV and believe me, the Eagles look even worse in high definition.
So enough about football. I'm thinking this thang is going to be focused on nothing. Not like Seinfeld nothing, but like Virginia Woolf nothing. For instance, I'm on my second bottle of brew tonight. Now I'm not normally a booze hound on Mondays but since I anticipated Jeff Garcia looking THIS awful, I prepared by lubing up to avoid the emotional stress. Only problem is that I didn't think ahead. I started the night with a nice World Wide Stout. For those that know me, WWS is one of my favorite beers. In fact, I'd argue it's the best stout out there (and ratebeer.com backs me up - I don't want to hear about Storm King, either). Problem is that this is an 18% beer. Ok. I can handle that. What I can't handle is following it up with The Beast by Avery. This is a Grand Cru that measures close to 15%. Now normally this wouldn't be a big deal. Two high alcohol brews within 5 hours is no big deal. That's a normal day. Tonight it's both within an hour. Needless to say, Jeff Garcia isn't looking quite as bad now...
So my wife is pregnant. Yay. It's exciting although she really isn't showing, nor has she been sick so nothing really feels different aside from the talk of bugaboo stollers and prenatal vitamins. I'm frightened of carrying babies up steps.
We're going to South Africa at the end of January. Did you know that the average age in South Africa is now 25? How sad. 1 in 3...boy Jeff Garcia really sucks it doesn't matter how much beer you've had...people have AIDS. Oh well. I'm planning to enjoy it as I've heard Cape Town is one of the world's most beautiful cities. I plan on swimming with penguins near the Cape of Good Hope. There are great whites that jump like 6 feet out of the water but I think I can take em.
A good read for those interested in Trappist Ales is 'Brew Like a Monk.' I may write about belgian yeast strains in the near future but I'm boring myself even thinking about it. But seriously brewing and beer will be a constant feature, as I'm convinced that the beer world is much more interesting than lameo wine world.
Speaking of wine, Chris, Micha, Christina, and I shared a bottle of '92 Dom on Saturday. Chris' dad gave a bottle of the Perignon on a hunch that it was corked. Big mistake. It was glorious and I can now justify spending $250 on a bottle of champagne. My wife would rip my testes off, but it may be worth it.
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